NTG (feat. Paulie)

Don't piss me off while I just go off You try to spit but barely cough Nothing but a loser cuz you always take a fuckin loss I'm something like bueller cuz you looking at a fuckin boss Never cared how much it cost I catch the flow like Randy moss Push you off you pussies soft I am like a loft above you Puff that sauce You ain't a man you're just a broad I get so bored Sleep on me hear me snore hear me roar watch me soar So hardcore you're such a boar Games no more I gotta score Fakes no more I raise the floor I closed the door Fuck the fakes this is war No idea what's in store Pedal on the floor And I'm using all my might When I spit inside the mic It glows a red light Cuz my words ignite I follow the light it makes me write If you're what's left then ima just go right Took too long but it was worth the fight I said it took too long but it was worth the fight Here to sever the Heads of the competitors With out rhetoric Thee cleverest Sippin beverages on top of Everest Pretty much I'm mad cool And higher than ever Which is why i don't reply to the hecklers I just wreck it when i step in the sector I ain't Alvaro morte but you better respect the professor You'll never get a head of me I'm on a different pedigree Rockin like sedimentary Never coppin cus what ya droppin is elementary To a Harvard student I'm one of hardest ruthless Artists to do this and it's Pretty hard to dispute it So you despite it No i don't know why i don't show, that much effort When wreck it maybe cus i think i really got this shit perfected Been at it for years Cyphers at union square To symbolism's deciphering vibes and squares They're like yikes this dude is rare Yous are scared like yous ignited a stupid flair I don't fall for the hype i avoid despair Yous think you're ripe but i got the freshest pair Pardon my attitude i could get rather rude And upper cut a mother fuck to the highest altitude And have him land on the moon boom Born in the west But raised in the east moved to the south and now ima beast And I'm off my leash Get 'em off my peesh Too unique don't mess with me Y'all know I got the recipe Y'all really want the rest of me My bars be arresting me You dicks need vasectomy Don't want you pussies next to me I want you far away Get the fuck up out my face Get the fuck up out my space Or I'll give your chin a lace Tell me how it taste Keep up with the pace Bout to catch a fuckin case Packed my bags left the state Play the game and get the score When you think I'm done I'll drop some more My mic is Thor my heart is pure My voice is raw Y'all want some more then show support I treat this shit just like a sport Keep your judge this ain't a court You ain't who I do this for I do it for myself if it touches someone else Then I guess I know how it felt Got to the top get my mother fuckin belt Ring the mother fuckin bell Run and tell Satan has returned from hell